Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Chapter 899

Episode 899.

Blood monk (5)

Doo doo doo doo.

Carriages and horsemen rode across the plains. As we passed over the grassy plains here and there, a thick sandy wind rose up.

The mountain range stretching far to the right looked like the backbone of a giant. The grasslands and mountain ranges, with no end in sight, seemed overly desolate, but boasted a majesty that overwhelmed humans, who were no bigger than ants.

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was driving a horse right in front of the carriage, thought.

‘There’s nowhere to hide.’

Even during the time of Emperor Heukam, I visited Gansu a few times. Moreover, the map made by the Murim League was so detailed that I was able to see quite clearly where I was running.

‘There must be some rocks to hide in. But that doesn’t mean anything.’

The view was so wide. In this type of environment, broad daylight with clear visibility would be better than dark night.

My head was dizzy with various thoughts.

‘…!’

Yeon Ho-jeong looked up at the sky.

Ugh.

The sleeping yellow dragon raised one eye.

The appearance was the same, but in an instant, the yellow dragon qi filled the entire body. It was instinct.

‘also.’

He felt the unknown gaze once again.

The feeling of Yeon Ho-jeong, who reached the ultimate stage, completely accepted the energy of heaven and earth, continued deeper training there, and reached the current level was beyond imagination.

In terms of simple sensitivity, Makwondo cannot be compared to Yeonhojeong. Even though you can feel the same thing, you can receive more information about what you felt.

‘It’s really bizarre.’

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes deepened.

‘If this type of technique could be used indefinitely, there would be no power more terrifying than that.’

Naegong is a scary power.

It was inner energy that made impossible things possible according to common sense. Does it make sense for someone who looks like a student on the outside to be as slim as a student could break a rock with a single punch?

But inner strength makes it possible. In a way, human knowledge and strong desire have made it possible to gain the power to transcend human limitations.

However, inner strength is not limited to martial arts.

If martial arts pursues physical strength and destructive power, techniques such as martial arts and martial arts techniques that show illusions can be said to be the domain of superhumans in other respects.

However, it is by no means normal to create mystical harmony between heaven and earth by using the power of spirit, which is as vague as energy.

Yeon Ho-jeong recalled a conversation he had with his teacher a long time ago.

‘Martial arts has been with human history. Before we elaborately carved wood to build buildings or extracted iron to make weapons, radish has been with humans since the primitive times. of course. Humans are animals. ‘It is a natural law of nature that a stronger force preys on other forces.’

‘Then what about the technique?’

‘The drinking method is different. Although martial arts has also been with human history, it is not as primitive as martial arts. The art of magic began with ancient rituals that sought to achieve by borrowing the power of heaven what was impossible with human power.’

‘Rituals…’

‘In the end, the magic technique is also a harmony of energy. While martial arts were developed to defeat opponents, martial arts were developed to achieve the impossible. And I ended up succeeding. There is such a terrible side to the human spirit and desire.’

‘Is the magic technique that magical?’

‘If internal energy is what turns an ordinary human into a superhuman, then magic is closer to stealing the power of a immortal. It is the same as wielding more than human strength, but the techniques are much more difficult, complex, and dangerous than martial arts.’

‘Danger…’

‘Especially because the majority of witchcraft takes the form of destroying harmony, the implementation itself is an evil way and a reverse heaven. Even people who have seen the end of witchcraft cannot freely wield powers beyond common sense. Because heaven doesn’t allow it.’

At that time, I thought that my teacher’s words contained many somewhat absurd expressions.

However, now that Yeon Ho-jeong is accepting the energy of heaven and earth with his whole body, he is finally able to understand and experience each and every one of his teacher’s teachings and words.

‘I don’t know if it’s clairvoyance or what, but this is a power beyond providence. That much is certain.’

He not only felt the presence of eyes, but also felt the extremely subtle flow of evil energy mixed in those gazes.

The morale was completely different from that of Gokgyeong’s boatman.

‘It’s sticky. I smell blood. Among all the magic techniques, it is clear that it is a technique that is closer to witchcraft.’

Sreuk.

I feel a huge invisible eye in the vast sky looking down at the group and then disappearing again.

‘I will not see.’

Yeon Ho-jeong was sure. With their magic, you won’t be able to see your own existence properly.

Although he had no knowledge of magic, his understanding of energy had reached the peak of the midfield. No matter how great a spell, it cannot carelessly touch a person who has surpassed the limits of his inner strength.

That was the reason why Makwon was sent down a different path earlier.

‘It’s almost now.’

Furthermore, Yeon Ho-jeong felt it.

Now the battle is just around the corner.

Even though he could not use magic or magic, Yeon Ho-jeong had experience in countless life-or-death situations and had the ability to sense death.

‘It’s windy.’

Yeon Ho-jeong, who closed her eyes for a moment and let herself be blown by the wind of the meadow, opened her mouth.

“Okcheong.”

Although it is a calm voice, it penetrates the loud sound of horses’ hooves and settles in Okcheong’s ears.

“You must have received a separate sword from Seung Hyeon-jin, right?”

“That’s right.”

“There will be a battle soon. Put away the Songmungo sword and deal with it with the sword you received from Seunghyeonjin.”

Okcheong nodded.

I don’t know the intention, but this is also an order.

“All right.”

How long did it run like that?

“hey.”

Paeyul, who slightly slowed down his speech, came next to Yeon Ho-jeong.

“Did you feel it?”

“of course.”

Paeyul frowned.

“If you feel it, can you tell me?”

“There’s nowhere to hide, right? The grassland is wide, so even if you find it, it is a long way away. “There is plenty of time to prepare.”

Paeyul snorted and then asked in a cautious voice.

“How many enemies will there be?”

“I do not know. But I expect there to be at least a hundred. “I don’t know whether those one hundred masters will attack all at once, in separate groups, or at a time lag.”

“Hmm.”

“However, there are difficulties within it that are difficult to handle. “Please leave that guy to me.”

Paeyul’s eyes sparkled.

Even a person of the Old Daemun Sect’s rank would not say that he was a difficult enemy to deal with. then?

‘No drama.’

Paeyul’s cheeks twitched.

‘Damn it, this is no joke.’

I feel it again. There are so many masters in the world.

“Buseon.”

“yes.”

Buseon also rode next to Yeonhojeong.

“There is no need to use unfamiliar spear techniques just because you are on horseback. “It has always been my two fists that have protected you.”

Yeon Ho-jeong placed his hand on Bu-seon’s shoulder.

Ugh.

Buseon’s eyes wavered.

The energy that flowed through Yeon Ho-jeong’s hand was black lion porcelain.

‘It’s huge.’

It was a highly concentrated energy that was on a different level from his own black lion porcelain. Just by entering that energy, the true energy of the whole body was shouting at the same time.

Yeon Ho-jeong said as he withdrew his hand.

“Even if a cavalry battle breaks out, you fight in the way you are most familiar with. Please keep this in mind.”

“All right.”

“good.”

At that time, the officer’s voice was heard from far behind.

“Cheap.”

“yes. I know.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Let’s go first.”

Rumbling!!

The group picked up speed. The rising dust cloud became much larger.

How long did it run like that?

Flash!

Paeyul and Buseon’s eyes lit up.

The enemy was finally visible to the eyes of the two people running at the front.

‘…!!’

Paeyul’s eyes wavered.

‘what.’

Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!

There seemed to be a sweet smell coming from the blowing wind.

It was a sweet but somehow unpleasant smell. It was sticky and stuck to my body, and no matter what I did, it seemed like it wouldn’t come off.

And Paeyul could clearly see the identity of that smell.

‘Live!’

It’s definitely living, but it’s completely different.

Having fought all kinds of battles in the Jungwon martial arts world, even losing was the first time I felt this kind of death.

The relationship was too close to be considered a difference in martial arts skills learned. It wasn’t that Jinki was in a relationship, but his very existence seemed to give off an aura of intimacy.

Bu-seon also must have felt a strange sense of death, and his grip on the reins tightened.

And beyond.

Hwaaaaaaa!!

The wind of death that suddenly increased explosively turned into a storm and blew towards the group.

It was then.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s pupils turned golden.

Whiiiiiiiing!!

As I swung the Gwangryongbu carelessly, I suddenly collided with a storm of translucent golden wind that rose in front of Buseon and Paeyul.

Paaaa!!

There was no binge drinking. The collision of a storm and a gale. The two winds collided head-on, scattering into pieces, raising huge clouds of dust to the left and right.

Heeheeheehee!!

The horsemen slowly slowed down along with Tourezil. It wasn’t that the riders pulled the reins, but that the horse was scared.

After a while.

The group stopped running.

Phew!

The blowing wind teased the group’s collars.

Over 100 troops could be seen about 50 yards away in front of the group.

Eighteen of them were wearing blood-red robes and holding in their hands a stone tablet with an ominous image of Pluto on it.

After that, about a hundred people….

“…Monsters?!”

Yeon Ji-pyeong ended up saying that without even realizing it.

It had to be that way. The one hundred warriors lined up behind the eighteen monks were all in bizarre postures.

He wore a hideous ghost-like mask on his face, and his upper body was bent like the back of an animal. His long, thick arms reached below his knees, and surprisingly, his fingernails were sharp like daggers.

If he straightened his back, his height seemed to be no less than that of Jinyang. There are as many as one hundred such monsters.

Definitely broken.

While the eighteen monsters did not emit any energy, the vitality of the living was not felt at all in the strange energy emitted by the group of one hundred ghost masks.

“They are unpleasant people.”

The official frowned openly. Mukbi next to him also frowned.

Yeon Ho-jeong shook the reins.

The horse, which toured several times, slowly walked forward.

Slurp.

Then, a monk appeared among the hundred ghosts.

It was an old monk holding a dokgojeo instead of a stone pole. The lyrics, which were richer and darker in color than the eighteen monster monks, and the black white and eight beads stood out.

The two experts from each camp stood facing each other with a distance of about a dozen lengths.

“That’s amazing.”

The face of the old monk and blood monk was as hard as possible.

“I guessed that there would be a master who had reached the level of blood Buddhism… but I never thought he would be such a highly accomplished master.”

Unlike the blood monks, Yeon Ho-jeong’s evaluation was quite poor.

“Soreoeumsa?”

“That’s right, I’m an unknown expert from the East Continent. Bin Seung….”

“It’s the same.”

“…?”

“Are you looking at us here in this dusty place to get something to gain? “Don’t you have so much to do?”

The blood monk frowned.

“All disasters come out of one’s mouth, but if they had already noticed our presence, they would have spoken quickly.”

“How much?”

“What are you saying?”

“I asked how much the three religions paid so that the proud Soreoeumsa was licking the soles of those idiots’ feet.”

“…?!”

“I tend to avoid unnecessary fights, so I’d like you to tell me.”

“You…”

Yeon Ho-jeong lifted his right ankle.

“It’s about money, so don’t be shy and tell me because I can help you by telling Master. How much will I pay you to lick the soles of my feet?”